The Wolf Hunter's Daughter
Tears of exhaustion drowned in the rain on my face.
Looking up at the rock pillar, which seemed impossible to climb. Slick with rain. Dangerous. I pulled myself up against the black rock, my fingers numb with cold. Shivering, frozen to the bone, licking the salty rain from my lips for some sustenance. There was no flame to heat my body. I was on my own. Power depleted.
‘Hold on, Erina,’ I heard Magnus’ voice through our link, felt his love pouring into me to give me strength. ‘You’re almost there, my love.’
Bab Populer